Dark Seduction:

Ofhorse I know my place, I had been bred and raised as a 'slave', only this is my first day as an owned pet, as it were. What she likes, is new to me. I'm supposed to please her in any and all ways available to me.

Even though she is responsible for feeding me and teaching me, what she is expecting out of me. Since I belong to her, I am considered an extension of her, in most every way.

She is responsible for what I do, if I do something inappropriate. If she male-treat me, it is her reputation that is damaged. Yet, she is free to do with me, as she pleases, it is entirely up to her discretion, how I live, or die.

By the looks, and feel of it, I had passed her initial examination. I'm proud, she will most likely be a good owner. It is what I hope for. It is all I could possibly hope for. I never dared to expect even this much. From my understanding, they had not spared expenses in preparing me for my owner, which pleases me, even if it is for her pleasure, not mine. Such is my place in life.

I had not even realised, what ever polish she had used for the table, on which I had placed my hooves, could make me stick to the table. Yet, it is the effect I had experienced. I can't pull them off, not as much as a single one, and not in the slightest. Why, oh why did this excite me?

What came next, as she had spread the line of lube, or gel on the rim of my hind hooves. That is a slightly different effect. Not only were my hooves stuck to the floor, they are, as if they had literally fused to the floor. She had demonstrated this effect firmly, left and right.

I had meant to leat out a faint moan, but to no avail, my lips had proven to be sealed securely. Feeling as if my muzzle had been a solid rubber? She had apparently enjoyed squeezing and caressing it enough. I guess I could grow to enjoying it.

Then her hands had moved down to my Jigglies. I was almost gasping, as she squeezed, but not a single slight noise escaped my still sealed lips. She had caressed me, and even placed her thumbs on the tips of my nibbles. Just for the joy and glory of it, I could have screamed. Maybe she preferred to have it quiet? Feeling the tips of her hooves on the rough rubberyness of my nibbles, I still lack the words.

She had moved her hands further down, finding my generous mound, teases and caressed me, even found my orchid, and it had to be in bloom after all her attention? I couldn't blame her for enjoying it. In fact, I would have blamed her, had she not enjoyed me.

There is the strange feeling, as she opened my orchid with her hands. Ofhorse she had to? I never complained. In a manner of speaking, I wish she will enjoy this more.

She had enjoyed my sealed rump. I could tell. Jus as she had broken the line of gel holding my hooves to the floor, and removed it, hoof by hoof. Then she had unlocked the frame of the table, before she slipped my hooves off of it.

She had led me back to my room, but rump and muzzle still sealed.

Once in my room, she followed me inside.

“I think it is time for some more fun. If you lie down on the floor!” she told me, and indicated where she wanted me to lie.

Curiously, I eagerly complied, awaiting something more.

She placed my right hoof up onto the wall, before she applied the line of gel along the rim, and I knew it is stuck in place. Now she picked up the left hoof.

“If you open your legs wide as I guide your hoof to the next wall?” she pointed out, indicating the wall.

I soon found my hoof pressed up against the wall she had in mind, as she lined the rim of my left hoof. With that, I'm stuck, only in my own room this time.

“I hope it isn't painful to you, and that it feels good for you!” she stated.

I had the impression she meant it, even if she wasn't required to care in the least, she could have been a Sadist, for all I knew, but she never gave me a reason to sustain such notions.

I just shook my head, indicating I had never felt any pain, then nodded as to indicate I was enjoying it. A 'Yes' and 'No' is about as much as a Play Girl with sealed muzzle could express. I never had learned to read or write. I had been chosen on the premises, or it is what I had expected.

Maybe other play girls were taught to read and write, if it was what the owner, or intended owner had desire for the play girl to be capable of doing. To me, I guess it made no difference. It was just less time focused on the matters.

The one thing I had to go on, is what this Pony was exposing me to. I never had heard what was asked, before choosing me. Maybe this was merely practice, or they reasoned it was bad for me? In the eyes of the owner.

She had merely placed me in a corner of what was to be my box. My hooves fused to the wall, in the manner of her desire. She apparently approved of my flexibility. I had had extensive practice and training in this field, as I recalled. If it was something that pleased her, I would enjoy my stay here, for as long as she chose to own me.

“Since I hope to enjoy you, for a very long time, in part due to the fact that I just moved out, I think I need to have a good taste of you. That means I'd have to eat you. Hope it doesn't bother you!” she then stated.

I saw her moving down upon me, placing her rump in my face, but she never prevented me from breathing. Step by step, she made it clear, how much she cared. Maybe I'm lucky? They had given her just the right girl, I was guessing.

Then I felt her hands on my hips, as she pressed her muzzle down on my mound. She parted her lips, before she slowly started to lick up and down the petals of my orchid. I feel her wet tongue sliding over the rough surface of my orchid. After a moment, I started to feel the first hint of an electric tingle, spreading inwards.

Had she not kept my muzzle sealed, she would have heard me moaning, within the first minute or so.

By the expression I had, she was enjoying how my orchid felt to her tongue, and my nectar must have pleased her, since she did not stop at this point, but soon started to slip her tongue in deeper. How ever much I may have desired to prevent it, I couldn't for my life control it, I can't prevent her from slipping her tongue in, or press it out. The petals, my orchid merely contracted gently around her tongue as it slipped inside of me.

Maybe I had expected a different sensation, or just lesser of a sensation, but the tingling spread inwards, as her tongue slipped deeper.

She slowed down and slipped out. But it wasn't any sign of not enjoying herself. Just that she had found what she was looking for.

She then stood up, before she turned around, and slowly descended upon me once more. Only this time, she is facing me, even if her face soon was moving towards my right nibble. Somethng told me what her interest was, she desired to taste more of me, just as she was interested in feeling my nibble, inside of her mouth? Ofhorse I couldn't complain?

She placed her hands on respective side of my body, before she placed her lips on the nibble, then parted her lips and licked it, first the tip, then the sides, encircling it all the way down, all the way to the outer rim, before she pressed her lips down firmly and gave it a tentative tug, only to be rewarded with a squire of the white juices. I felt how she enjoyed the taste.

She then sucked for a moment, and gave it a few more tugs, before she licked it off, and moved on to the left side. Licking the nibble, just like the previous time, before slipping the nibble into her mouth, tugging and sucking. There it was again, the electric tingle, and it was feeling better than I had dared to hope.

This part is something I had never been exposed to. If it was part of the final preparation, as if I had been chosen to mold around her desires? Yet, so long as she enjoyed me as I am, I'm happy. It is the best prase a play girl like me could ever hope for.